Just Another AU

xemmaloveskillianx:

laschatzi:

I have really no excuse for this.

summary: Emma Swan has a stressful job and a demanding family, and sometimes she just needs to unwind. Killian Jones is always willing to help out when he gets a distress call.

word count: ~4,2k

rating: oh so very M

also on: ff.net and ao3

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Emma Swan nods a thanks when the
waitress places her order in front of her. Exhaling slowly, she can
already feel a bit of the tension dissolve and seep from her
shoulders, trickle out of her mind. She closes her eyes and blends
out the cacophony of sounds in the dimly lit bar. A vague whiff of
air brushing her skin and a familiar smell indicate that someone has
slipped into the booth beside her.

“Hello, beautiful,” says a low
accented voice.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles
and pushes one of the two tumblers over to the newcomer before she
finally turns to look at him. “Jones,” she greets back and
reaches for her own drink, “pleasure.”

He smirks. “That you can count on.”

She snorts a little laugh and raises
her glass to him. “I hope so.”

He tilts his head and touches his
tumbler to hers with a soft, clinking sound. They both take a sip,
and their stares lock across their glasses. Suddenly Emma finds the
temperature in the room has risen a few degrees; not that this is a
surprise to her – that’s what Killian Jones does. That’s why she’s
meeting him here regularly. She hums as the spiced dark rum warms her
throat, leaving that familiar sharp sweetness on her tongue. Raising
an eyebrow at her sound, he puts down his glass and slowly runs his
tongue across his full bottom lip, a move that’s always bound to glue
her gaze to his mouth, and he knows it.

“So,” he finally drawls, “how…
urgent is it?” The minute pause and the emphasis on the word
urgent charge the air between them. Emma feels a blush rise in
her cheeks and is very grateful for the dim lights.

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